{"id":568,"date":"2022-06-20T17:52:34","date_gmt":"2022-06-21T00:52:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.luanneoleas.com\/?p=568"},"modified":"2022-06-21T11:44:48","modified_gmt":"2022-06-21T18:44:48","slug":"scissors-vs-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.luanneoleas.com\/?p=568","title":{"rendered":"Scissors vs. Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I\u2019ve had an on-again, off-again relationship with scissors. As a lefty, it\u2019s been a struggle. Starting back in my grammar school days, when no one was supposed to be left-handed, and going forward until now, I\u2019ve never been able to cut straight. And trying to cut something round is even worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My mother tried, God rest her soul. As a righty, she taught me to hold a spoon, tie my shoes, and even knit, all backwards. She tried using a mirror, tried doing it left-handed herself, or just giving up and teaching me the activity right-handed. She had three other kids and a full-time job, so helping me often ended in, \u201cLet\u2019s try again later\u201d (or, more often, \u201cI give up.\u201d)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She did buy my only pair of left-handed scissors when I was in my twenties. I still have them. Using them is so foreign to me, I pick them up with my right hand and place them in my left hand as if my left hand is a complete idiot and not what I write with every day. The truth is, I cut poorly, no matter which hand holds the scissors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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So, as part of being left-handed, I\u2019m also clumsier. \u201cA study of more than 550 children in the journal Pediatrics found that the left-handed youngsters were about twice as likely as right-handers to have been injured badly and need hospital treatment.\u201d This is so believable. However, if zippers, buttons, doorways, and lifesavers\u2014yes, they open backwards\u2014were made to favor your non-dominant hand, you’d struggle, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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As part of being a klutz, I dropped a glass in the dishwater. When I picked it up, the shattered edge sliced open my right thumb. I fortunately could use my left hand to apply the much-needed Band-Aid. Hours later, a dilemma of another sort developed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The aforementioned bandage began to unravel. Nothing serious. Not worth rebandaging. I just need to cut off the thread hanging from it. With scissors. Of course, I couldn\u2019t hold the scissors with my right hand because, well, that hand had the Band-aid that needed trimming. I ran to find my left-handed scissors. (Thanks, Mom!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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On the way, I thought, \u201chow the heck do the scissors know which hand I\u2019m using?\u201d Lord knows I\u2019ve picked up my precious left-handed scissors with my right hand by mistake and had the predictable results. Whatever I attempted to cut, wouldn\u2019t cut. It just bent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, I picked up a more available pair of right-handed scissors\u2014or \u201cscissors\u201d as most people call them. Just like people in China call Chinese food \u201cfood\u201d and in Germany, German chocolate cake is just chocolate cake. (Or as my friend of German descent told me, there is no German chocolate cake in Germany.) The French call French fries \u201cpommes frites,\u201d but that\u2019s a blog for another day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyway, scissors in hand, I held them upside down and backwards, managing to clip off the offending thread from my Band-Aid. So, it was obvious the scissors were just a dumb instrument with no clue with hand I was using. My triumph of the day? I outwitted a pair of scissors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m probably lucky I didn\u2019t stab myself.  God, I hate scissors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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